Will you ever go down into the town
where the angels would kneel down and cry
and tell the stories of the great wonder why
The angel said:
When you walk on the road of life
you can see tears rolling by
you feel sorrow and you feel joy
Thousand mountains you climb
never reaching your aim
you’re waiting for something
for something that won’t come
Black waves of raging water will throw you ashore
and the hazy dew of newer mornings will call out for more
like a torch you will light up
for a while you’ll glow
but you fade, fade away
into the dark end of the day